Page 3 of The Omega Archives: Part One

My eyes widened as I realized my mistake. Carefully, I looked up at the doctor who was still completely oblivious.

I squirmed in the hard, plastic seat. My heart raced.

The doctor with the stethoscope furrowed her brow. “Are you all right, dear?”

“I— I um.” I thought fast. “I need to use the bathroom.”

She smiled, releasing me with a short chuckle. “Of course. The restroom is right around the corner. Will you be all right by yourself?”

“Yes,” I replied, hastily. “Thank you.”

Letting myself be directed down the hall towards the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turned the cold metal lock. I knew that I didn’t have much time, but there was my opening, right across from me.

A window.

Taking my time in my beat, no longer white sneakers, I climbed up on the seat of the toilet. Reaching my arms above my head, my fingers skimmed against the edge of the narrow window.

I could do this. I was going to make it.

I had to get out of here.Now.

Nudging at the window, the glass creaked. I flinched at the sound as if it was as loud as a gunshot. Finally, I shoved with the rest of my strength right as I hit the flush on the toilet. I only had a few more seconds until they came looking for me.

Luckily, there was just enough room through the window as I shimmied my hips through before the rest of me. My sides scrapped against the metal.

I grit my teeth, willing myself not to make a sound before I landed on the hard ground.

I grunted in pain on impact. But I was already moving. I forced myself to stand up.

It didn’t matter that I was tired.

The tears that crested in my eyes and threatened to fall over my dirty, freckled cheeks, didn’t matter either.

All that mattered was that I get far, far away from here. I needed to find a bus or hitchhike a car like in the old movies. Like I promised I wouldn’t.

I needed to be safe. Alone.

And that meant that I was no longer allowed to be an omega. I was no longer going to be allowed to be Elena Spangler ever again.

Peter needed me to.

So, I ran.

Chapter

One

ELLA

I’ve always been good at routines. Routines were the things that held your life together Without them, everything that had been held together in my life for the past six years, by super glue and a simple will to survive in this messed up world, would fall apart. I couldn’t let that happen.

I didn’t want to know what would happen if I did.

So, I followed the routine.

It was the “stay safe, stay alive” routine.

Every day for the past few years, I woke up at the same time to the same alarm that only made me somewhat jump out of my skin before the sun even rose.

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